Jesus And The Dimocrat | Grouchy Old Cripple

Jesus And The Dimocrat | Grouchy Old Cripple



A Republican, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one
afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican
looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over
there?”


The waitress nodded “yes,” so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee, on him.


The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, with a hunched
back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the
waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and
asked, “Is that Jesus, over there?”


The waitress nodded, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “My treat.”


The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Dimocrat
on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down, and hollered, “Hey
there honey! How’s about getting me a cold mug of Miller Light?” He too
looked across the restaurant and asked, “Isn’t that God’s boy over
there?”


The waitress nodded, so the Dimocrat directed her to give Jesus a cold beer.


“On my bill,” he said loudly.


As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican,
touched him, and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The
Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and began
to praise the Lord.


Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him, and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.”


The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, and he too began to praise the Lord.


Then, Jesus walked towards the Dimocrat, just smiling. The
Dimocrat jumped up and yelled, “Don’t touch me … I’m on disability.”


For Those Who Understand, No Explanation Is necessary.


For Those Who Do Not Understand, No Explanation Is Possible.